Dead Poet's Society

In the following lines are buried the names of eight English poets.
Can you find them all?

The sun is darting rays of gold
Upon the moor, enchanting spot;
Whose purpled heights, by Ronald loved,
Up open to his shepherd cot.
And sundry denizens of air
Are flying, aye, each to his nest;
And eager make at such an hour
All haste to reach the mansions blest.

Answer

The sun is dartin(G RAY)s of gold
Upon the (MOOR, E)nchanting spot;
Whose purpled heights, (BY RON)ald loved,
U(P OPE)n to his shepherd cot.
And sun(DRY DEN)izens of air
Are flyin(G, AY)e, each to his nest;
And eager ma(KE AT S)uch an hour
All haste to reach t(HE MANS)ions blest.Hide